house. Adaline woke to a body that screamed-a deep, bone-aching soreness that reminded her of every i
e. His wire-rimmed glasses sat on the nightstand. In the cold light of day, he looked
at the chafe against her tender skin. Her thighs were slick with the evidence of their night, and she felt a warm trickle-h
he woke, before the awkward mor
a glass table, the sharp metal
ant, predatory awareness. He sat up, sheet pooling a
name," he said, his voi
hoe from under the sofa. She sli
users, pulled out his wallet, and flicked
ly. "Compensation for your
cal l
e card, walked to the nightstand, and s
manity-or bedroom technique. Because right now, you're a calculator wi
ith wounded pride. He processed her i
e demanded. "We need to schedu
"You are delusional." She tu
ush of air as his hand reached for her shoulder. She grabbed the doorknob, twisted, and
A
still tingling from where she'd touched the cold brass. She pulled out her
t of his hands on her hips, his breath in her ear, the way he'd filled her so completely that s
erself. Compartment
e cold a welcome shock against her overheated skin. She had real problems now-bills, debts, a brother fig
en lips, the marks of his teeth just visible at the curve of her neck. She tugged her coll
ommanded her
e cab, and the city
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